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COPYRISHTED 1921 

V» . S. S. TAYl-OR 

N ew YORK 



Miscellaneous Verse 



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I SPENT a whole year weaving songs for her; 
* One day I laid my pack before her feet 
Of songs 1 wove to be a messenger 
To tell her that the ways of love are sweet: 
Since then my pack has journeyed many a mile, 
Since then my heart has been a traveller. 
And all my wares — the memory of a smile. 

M. Kinder'. 




WAITING! 

Tonight my eyes are dim with unshed tears, 
I'm looking back upon the lonely years, 
If only I could crush you to my heart 
To soothe this pain and still this stinging smart, 

— But you are gone! 

I let you go in anger and in pride, 
And now our lives the restless seas divide. 
Oh why was I so foolish and so blind! 
Oh why were you so proud and so unkind! 

And sometimes, when the weary sun seeks rest, 
Behind those two tall trees you loved the best, 
I think I hear your footstep at the gate. 
And spring to meet you — but alas! to wait, 

for you are gone! 



A MEMORY 

My world was grey before I saw your smile, 
And then it seemed my sun shone for awhile, 
But darker than the night is my despair, 
For though you are my all — you cannot care! 

Ah! would that I had never seen your eyes, 
Wherein whose velvet depths my lost world lies; 
And though in after years you'll count me naught, 
rU love you for the ray of sun you brought. 



SYMPATHIE 

Sad little heart be still, 

Nor fret for the love thou hast known, 
Sighs will not bring back one kiss, 

Nor tears one brief hour that has flown. 

Tired little heart do not moan, 
Your cry is the saddest I've heard, 

Such a mournful and desolate tone, 
Like the wail of a lone sea-bird. 

Perhaps she will come back some day, 
Then You'll forget these dark hours. 

She will kiss all the tear-drops away. 

As the sun dries the dew from the flow'rs. 



LONELY 

It was so hard to let you go, 
So hard to say goodbye! 

And you never knew the heartache 
Nor heard the stifled sigh. 

I jested lightly to the end, 
For you were going West — 

To marry: I was but your friend! 
And you had never guessed. 



FIDELE 

I wonder would it please you just to know, 
That anywhere and everywhere you go, 
My thoughts like homing birds take flight to 

you 
And follow, follow, all the wide world through. 



PASSION 

With the strength of the Gale — 
When with sinister tone, 
It lashes the ocean to billows of foam 
And swallows the ship that will never come home, 

— I can love. 

With the softness of Dawn — 

When the sun creeps to view, 

And mountain and meadow are green in the dew. 
And the lark from his brushwood trills matins anew, 

— I can love. 

With the heat of the noon — 
On the tropical sand. 

When desert and jungle and mountain and rand 
Are writhing beneath the sun's powerful hand, 

— I can love. 



SONG 

Oh Sun, when you wake in your splendour, 

Shine not in My lady's eyes, 
Lest your glory dazzle her vision, and I 

Seem worthless enough to despise. 

Oh Sea, when you roll in your grandeur, 
Sing not of your travels too long, 

Lest my halting words are drowned in your 
voice. 
And she hears, not my love, but your song. 

O moon, when you slip from the heaven's, 

Step gently across the sky. 
Lest in her slumber you steal her dreams, 

And waking, she pass me by. 



LOST! 

When God made this wonderful Planet, 
And tenderly named it "Earth," 

The Devil was jealous and hid it away, 
In the opposite comer to "Mirth." 

Long did the Angels seek it, 
With failure, and trials beset. 

Till God himself took up the search, 
But He hasn't found it yet. 



CONVERSION 

I once thought : Of all the fair countries, 

England, my England most fair: 

I welcomed its showers. 

It's bright frosty days, 

But that was because you were there. 

Now delicate health takes you southwards, 

Leaving me sad and depressed, 

And the warm sunshine claims you 

I find that I, too 

Love the heat of the southlands the best! 



LEFT 

It was spring in the woods when I met you 

And spring was in my heart; 
And all through that wonderful summer 

We lived in a world apart. 

In a garden of beautiful flowers, 
And you were my blossom supreme, 

But the frost came, with the winter chill — 
The roses died — and our dream. 

And this frail rosebud you have left me, 
Though sprung from the parent tree. 

That I cherish for your dear sake, will never 
Be quite just the same to me. 



PASTORAL 

Once on a bright sunny hillside, 

A poppy was loved by the corn ; 
She flushed 'neath the glow of his fond ardent gaze, 

"But I am so old" sighed the corn, 

"I've lived through a whole spring and summer 

While you but a few weeks here:" 
*But I love you, I love you,' the poppy sang 

Bending her slender stalk near. 

So the corn and the poppy were wedded, 

And happy the hours flew by. 
The warm sun caressed them, the bees sauntered past 

Till one day he caught a soft sigh — 

And bending he asked her the reason 

"I want so to kiss you, that's all. 
But though I may try hard to reach you 

I cannot, for you are so tall." 

Then a little wind swayed them together, 

And laughed as he saw her flushed face, 
"She will grow, she will grow," he confided, 

"She's impatient, 'tis always the case!" 

And daily she grew fair and taller, 

Till she whispered her wish in his ears. 
But just as he kissed her, the reaper passed. 

And together they dropped 'neath the shears. 



REGRET 

Oh bitter were the things we said 

for anger reigned : 
And gentleness and soft words fled 

As each, we blamed; 
And she was all I had 
But I was anger mad, 
And as I heard her sobbing — I was glad! 

But bitter was the afterthought 

When left alone 
With humbled heart, I knew the fault 

Was all my own; 
But she, with wounded pride. 
Sailed, on the ebbing tide 
And then, one day, I heard that — ^she had died! 



MISTS 

Mist on the fields — 

Silent swiftly creeping, 
Muffling the cry 

Of homeward drifting sheep ; 
Wrapping the Earth 

In desolated weeping, 
Hushed are the trees — 

The rooks are all asleep! 

Mist on the sea — 

Treacherous, menacing, 
Watching for prey 

With eyes of fierce delight; 
Clasping the ship 

Betraying whilst embracing ; 
Hurling her victims 

Helpless thro' the night. 

Mist on a life — 

The aftermath of weeping 
Blinding a soul 

That struggles forth in hope ; 
Love's broken faith 

In death is quietly sleeping 
Nothing is left, 

But cold grey mist — and night. 



TWILIGHT 

A dim stretch of road — two birds that homeward fly; 

Faint village sounds pursuing on the breeze ; 
A rustle of trees — a quickly paling sky: 

And emptiness — a heart that knows no ease. 

Vague shadowed dreams arising from the hedge, 
Remembrance — a sigh — a swiftly springing tear, 

A bowed breaking heart, tho' faithful to a pledge; 
The end of the day — and end of all things dear. 



THE DELIVERER 

Oh weary years! oh empty days! 

Oh nights that wander past! 
When will you come O Death to claim 

The toll that is yours at last! 

Let it be soon, the moments steal 
Like shadows thro' the grass : 

I have waited long my heart is cold, 
Oh Death! you will not pass? 



LONELINESS 

Have you wandered in a City, 
Mids't it's laughing chatting people, 

Watched a conversation's animated glow; 
Scanned each quickly passing figure 
In the hope of recognising 

A familiar face that once you used to know? 

Have you passed in disappointment 

Down it's thronged and crowded pavements; 

Thrust a grimy yelling newsboy from your path; 
Found the most secluded corner 
For your "Special" and Corona, 

Set your teeth at every ringing hearty laugh! 

What matters tho' your Bankers smile polite 

and cheerful greetings, 

That your Auto purrs a satisfying drone, 

My heart goes out toward you, you grim and 

silent people. 

For you know the meaning of the word alone! 



THE AWAKENING 

The scent of the thyme was in the air 
And Oh! the world was green! 
Light was my heart — Oh! light as air 
Till she broke the spell of my sylvan lair 
Like a half forgotten dream! 

Swift were my footsteps, as arrows freed, 
And Oh! the joy of the sun! 
Straight in my path she checked my speed; 
No word she spoke — but I felt a need, 
And followed her whispered "come"! 



SOMEWHERE— IN FRANCE 

T'was an hour before midnight on Xmas Eve, 

The darkest he'd ever seen, 
Now and again he could hear a gun, — 

Then the wind would come between! 

Twice he had tried to raise his head, 

But the pain in his back was acute; 
His fingers were bitten, and even the clay 

Was frozen in lumps on his boot. 

He wondered how long he'd been lying there, 

Of that hellish fight in the dark, 
And vaguely he wondered 'mong other things, 

If his bullet had found a mark. 

**It's Xmas aint it" he mumbled low, 
"When Gawd came on Earth, as a kid, 

But 'e might just as well o' stayed were 'e was 
Per all 'o good that 'e did. 

'ung 'im, didn't they, up on a cross , 

'cause 'e said as 'ow 'e was King? 
Bet they was worser'n these 'uns 'ere, 

Per 'e didn't do much of a thing! 

Only told 'em as 'ow if they turned from the wrong 
'ed forgive 'em fer all what they done, 

But it's waste o' good time ter turn a bad egg, 
Yer might as well talk to a 'un. 



But 'ere! what about that there chap on a tree 

A thief — or a something like that, 
Didn't 'e say as 'e'd go 'long o' 'im 

Because 'e was sorry ? my 'at! — 

I aint never thought o' that bit afore, 

I wonder if e'd been in quad, 
P'raps if I said, as 'ow I'd repent 

'e might hintredooce me to God. 

'Taint much of o' life, this 'ere bein' a thief, 
An' I wish as I'd gone on the straight. 

Being it's Xmas p'raps Gawd'll look down — 
— Crikey! if that aint a gate! 

Its 'eaven! blessed if it isn't, Oh Gawd! 

I'm sorry! I'm sorry I swear! 
Gawd, don't shut the gate, and leave me outside! 

Oh Gawd! can't yer see me? — I'm 'ere! 

I'm a thief, but I'm sorry, I am. Gawd and straigh 
And the devil ain't always the winner, 

Yer forgived a bad chap as said ter yer once, 
'ave mercy on me Lord — a sinner! 

And the pain of the bullet went out of his back, 
And the tired head slipped back on the clay, 

But the rough pray'r was heard, the pardon sent, 
And God took the soul away. 



WAR! 
. (Three Prayers ) 

The shells are bursting, falling 

Are falling everywhere, 
And, "God almighty curse 'em"! 

Is the dying soldiers prayer. 

The mother's tears are flowing, 

And flowing silently, 
And; "God forgive them for what they've done'* 

She murmers brokenly. 

And the widow watches weary, 

Nursing her grief with it's smart; 
*God curse them to eternity, 

For His death and my empty heart!' 



BEFORE THE DAWN 

A mud soaked plain in France, 

A lull in the battles din ; 
And then the message along the wire; — 

"Cavalry follow in!" 

A steady and driving rain, 

A lantern's splutt'ring glow, 
A rattle of saddles and clink of spurs, 

Somebody cursing low : — 

A sudden and stirring cry, 

As the charger throws his head; 

An answering whinney from every throat, 
Great eyes flaming red : — 

A stamping and champing of bits ; 

The dawn comes gray and thin : 
And then the answer along the wire; — 

"Cavalry coming in!" 



EVENING STAR 

Slowly the Night stirs in her rosy sleep, 
Stretches her cloudy arms across the skies, 
Like molten bars of precious metals — sighs — 
Her breath of purple azure, green and rose, 
Falling a silent curtain o'er the Day 
Who watching rapt'rous, knows He may not stay 
But gently stoops e'er yet in sleep she lies 
To kiss her brow — she opens wide her eyes, 
And we poor mortals gazing from afar, 
Behold with wond'rous awe the Evening Star. 



LAMENT OF THE CAMEL BOY 

Awake O flow'r of the desert 

And leave thy dreams! 
(Here at the door of thy tent with my lute I sing) 
High in the arms of the night 

The love-star gleams, 
(Here at the door of thy tent with my lute I sing) 

Sweet is thy breath as the fragrant 

Moghra flow'rs! 
(Here to the door of thy tent my sad heart I bring) 
Awake! the desert's asleep! 

The night is ours! 
(Here to the door of thy tent my sad heart I bring) 

Sigh but the word that bids me tear 

these walls apart! 
(See! at thy feet all my youth and my treasures I fling) 
Thy beauty has fired my soul and 

Scorched my heart! 
(See! at thy feet all my youth and my treasures I fling.) 

Goddess of wind O bear her word 
Of my poor heart's captivity, 
Goddess of Love, O be thou kind 
And bid her open unto me! 



SOLILOQUY 

Passion — 
Is a holy fire in the temple of 'Heart', 
And it's High Priest is the 'SouF, 
It is fed by the virgins 'Faith and Truth' 
And 'Selfishness' and 'Lust' uncouth 
Are banned from the worshippers scroll. 

It burns with a steady intense flame, 
And its fuel is 'passing time' 
It's shrine — a devotion that never tires, 
It's incense — deeds that love inspires, 
It's rites — the heart — throbs rhyme. 



DISILLUSION 

Goodbye my friend! Tm sorry you must go! 

And I shall miss you ; shall feel more alone : 
And yet I am afraid it must be so : 

Your voice no longer has the same old tone. 

So yet another joins the spectral train, 
To haunt the lonely pathways of my heart ; 

The ghost of Friendship, hopelessly self-slain. 
The 'Dove' that sought to play the Vultures 
part. 

I valued you, was fond of you my friend. 
Your ways familiar — dear to me, had grown, 
My heart rebels that this should be the end, 
Goodbye! from now I journey on alone! 



TO E. J. B. 

Oh yes! I love you, and no one but you, 
And you grow nearer, dearer day by day; 

I love your ways — the little things you do, 
And all the wistful tender things you say. 

I note with pride your carriage, free and wild ; 

The strong and well-knit muscles of your arm, 
Yet in my eyes you're just a little child 

I cuddle close, and keep away from harm. 

Your little boasts and ways of self conceit 
Bring to my lips a slow indulgent smile. 

And when your voice is raised in anger's heat 

My eyes and thoughts caress you all the while! 

Oh yes! I love you and my love is deep. 
It's age is near upon a thousand years. 

Twas born one night when in His childish 
sleep 
A Mother kissed her Baby thro' Her tears. 



PLAYTIME 

Tell me my fortune O Gipsy old, 
See! I have crossed your hand with gold. 
Is it a lover, or wealth or fame, 
And shall I be happy O Gipsy Dame? 

Child, in your eyes I read your fate, 
And you will never be rich or great; 
Lovers will come, but none will stay, 
And sorrow will walk with you alway! 



IN BABYLON 

There was a king in Babylon, 

(Take heed my heart!) 
Whose life was all one joy and song, 

(Be warned my heart!) 
His years sped by with honeyed hours 
And dark eyed maids and jasmin bow'rs 
Until he saw the Northern Flow'r, 

Ohe! my heart! 

She was so fair her eyes were blue, 

(Take heed my heart!) 

With skin so fine and fair of hue, 

(Be warned my heart!) 

Her hair was like the young ripe corn. 

Her presence as a fresh-sprung dawn, 

A swaying willow was her form ; 

So fair, my heart! 

His heart grew sick of honeyed hours 

(Take heed my heart!) 
Of heavy-scented jasmin bow'rs 

(Be warned my heart) 
He who once had loved it all 
Now felt its cloying sweetness pall 
And straightway left his Palace Hall 

Ohe! my heart! 



And he who homage never paid 

XT . , , ^ , (Take heed my heart!) 
Now knelt before this Northern Maid 

Tj . ,, (Be warned my heart!) 

He bowed his proud and kingly head, 
For her small dainty foot to tread, 
And vowed to follow where she led,— 

She led, my heart! 

And so he worshipped from afar, 

. . , , , (Take heed my heart!) 

No earthly love could reach a star! 

. , , , (Be warned my heart!) 

And so he dreamed his life away, 
Grew pale and languished day by day 
And when she left that land he lay 

and died, my heart! 



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t's just a little something 

rhat you no doubt would pass — 

f et as I wander here among the trees, 

t brings the tear drops burning, 

^nd stirs my weary heart — 

t's the little rays of sunshine aslanting thro' the trees, 

)he loved to sit and watch them 

\s they filtered thro' the leaves, 

\nd now she's gone life seems to me a farce. 

Dan you wonder that I hate them 

slow my heart is cold and grim — 

rhose little rays of sunshine that are speckled on the grass! 



QUIEN SABE 

How can I say my heart will never change; 
That tho' I love you now the years will bring 
No winter blast to chill our dream of spring? 

How can I say this thrill of pulsing life 
Shall run like fire forever thro' my veins ? 
The desert sands grow cold before the rains! 

How can I say that 'this' or 'that' shall be? 
The answer to the riddle lies with you 
And all the little heedless things you do. 

For while you seek my love, then it is yours, 
A slight, a coldness, or a careless sting, 
And lo! it lies a cold and lifeless thing! 



TWINKLETOES 

Little blue eyes, where are you gazing 
Beneath those closed lids, smooth and white? 
I cannot fancy they never will waken: 

We parted but yesternight. 

Little soft lips, so rosy and parted 
Pucker again in your old sunny smile, 
I cannot bear this dread silence for ever: 

Speak for a little while! 

Little white hands, so dainty and fragile, 
So restless in ease and so winsome in play, 
I cannot think 'tis but one night and day since 
Those little fists beat me away! 

Little gay feet, now resting for ever 
That never grew weary of dancing all day. 
I thank Him for strewing your pathway with 
roses 

And taking the thorns from your way. 



SPRINGTIME 

*Kiss me' you said, and I kissed you, 

And then you turned away 
And said you must be going, 

Altho' I begged you 'Stay'. 

'Someday' you said when I pressed you 
The world will teach you why!' 
You kissed my hand so gently 
And whispered low "Goodbye — 

— There's things a law can punish a man 

— But there's some where he gives his word 

— Never to lie to a little child 

— Or trap a singing bird!" 



Altho' she bade him 'Go' 

The 'Other' chose to stay. 
And because he didn't know 

The "Chosen" went away. 
Altho' she hoped in vain 

He sent no sign or word 
So the 'Other' tried again 

And caged the singing bird. 



Good luck is a thing that comes our way 

When we're far too tired to see. 
Misfortunes' a thing that walks right in 

With our early morning tea. 
Sorrows' a thing that follows around 

Most of the whole day thro' — But — 
Happiness waits at the end of the trail 

With the Eventide — and You. 



WHY? 

Was it all part of the game Dear 
The sweets and the kisses and flowers? 

And the heart that you said was aflame Dear 
Only a spell of the hours? 

Didn't you mean what you said Dear 

Was it only a madness of June ? 
Or because the roses were red Dear 

Or only the fault of the Moon? 

Those kisses that flutter' d my heart Dear 

Did they mean nothing to you? 
Were you just playing a part Dear 

Oh! was none of it true! 

Why did you make me care Dear 

Only to leave me alone? 
Do you think it was hardly fair Dear 

Surely you must have known! 



FRIENDSHIP 

When the soul you tried to strangle 

Heaves a sigh and gains its breath, 

Advances with a fearsome battle yell : 

When the room is thick with shadows 

And your thoughts flit to and fro 

Like little red-tongued devils out of Hell : 

When the Cities seem to crush you, 

And you pace your room and curse. 

And your mental balance seems to sway and bend 

And you're drowning in a blackness — and — 

You grip a cool firm hand 

And hear the cheery greeting of a friend. 



AFTERMATH 

*Who are ye, Mournful Ones 
Dark shrouded weeping Ones ? 
'We are the silent Ones, 

Mourn we our dead! 

Though Victory ye cry 
Raising your banners high 
Some 'neath the cold earth lie, 

Mourn we our dead'! 

'Rouse ye! ye Selfish Ones! 
Think ye your noble sons 
Shrinkingly faced the guns ? 

Mourn not your dead! 

Could ye but raise the clay 
Each frozen lip would say 

Proudly the price we pay! 

There are no dead! 



REQUIEM 

Here on the desolate shores lash ye O Waves ! 
Call ye a funeral hymn over the graves — 
Nay — not of the silent dead for they are blest ; 
But the bruised breaking hearts, never at rest! 



BEREAVEMENT 

I'm away on the wings of thought, 
I'm down in a tree-fringed dell; 
And I'm trying again 
With a heart-hungry pain 
To recover the broken spell. 

But the notes of the birds ring false, 
And the breeze has an alien sting ; 
And I'm gazing again 
With heart-stinging pain 
On a plain little golden ring. 



LULLABY 

The fairies have pulled down the curtains, 
And shut out the light of the day, 

Your dollies are tired and sleepy, 
And Daddy is on his way. 

So shut up the gates of your 'Castle,' 
'Golly' will guard it till dawn, 

While you go off on your journey 
To the land where the poppies are born. 



GOLDEN HEAD 

Look up! look up little golden head! 

Can I see tears in those eyes of blue? 
What! 'tis unkind word I said? 

Never an unkind word to you. 
Come! look up little golden head, 

Mother knows best for her little one. 
See! there's a kiss for every tear; 

Come, cuddle closer, 'twas only fun! 



APRIL 

I've closed up my books, and I've thrown down my lesson 

I've just heard a cuckoo outside in the trees 
And this morning I saw the last fledging flutter 

Away from the nest way up under the eaves. 

Oh, I know a boat just down by the ferry, 
She leaks and she rolls like an old bumble bee, 

And I know a boy with eyes brown and merry. 
Who's waitin' an' whistlin' an' whistlin' an' waitin 

— For me. 

We'll charter the Polly (If Rob doesn't see us) 

Once he was proud of her, prouder than we. 
Till she took so to rollin' an' lettin' in water. 

Now he's paintin' the bows of the new 'Nancy Lee'. 

Oh! I know a spot just down by the rushes : 
(Mother won't miss me if I'm back for tea) 

A place fit for pirates — Listen d'ye hear him? 
He's waitin' an' whistlin' an' whistlin' an' waitin' 

— For me! 



DREAMS 

Sometimes in my dreams you come to me, 

And gently smooth my hair and kiss my hands, 

And whisper words of love such foolishness 
And things a lover only understands. 

And then I murmur sleepily your name, 
And stretch my arms to hold you dear, and smile; 

And all the world seems very far away. 
And you are with me just a little while. 

At other times you crush me in your arms ; 

I feel with joy the throbbing of your heart, 
Your burning kisses seek my eager mouth, 

I wake — and we are half the world apart! 



THE MART 

And the devil came with his wares 
And he shouted aloud Vho'U buy!' 

And the youth of the world 

All festive and curled 

Crowded around at his cry. 

But he bartered with cunning skill, 
And would take no coin for pay, 

But a smile from one — 

And a tear from one — 
And no one bade him nay. 

Then the devil made off with his spoils, 
And oh! how he laughed with glee 

He had reaped in a harvest 

Cf youthful dreams 
And left but misery. 



EVENTIDE! 

I am wandring in the meadows by the sea, 
Down the dear familiar path that once we knew. 

While all the rooks are whispring, sleepily, 
And poppies reach to catch the falling dew. 

Far down below, upon the quiet beach, 
The little wavelets cease their play and yawn. 

And seek their Mother Sea's quiet arms to reach, 
And she will keep them safe until the morn. 

The trees in leafy music bid goodnight 

To all the feathered folk within their arms ; 

The homeward stragglers haste their winging flight, 
While over all there steals a hushful calm. 

And I — I wander in the fields alone — 
While flaming sunset sinks to purple blue, 

And You are sleeping 'neath a battlefield. 
And / must break my heart to come to you! 



ROMANY 

The wind and the land are a part of me 

And I am part of the sea, 
And the little they leave between the three 

That part I give to thee. 

So sigh nor pine — for a love like mine 

Must ever be wild and free! 
A gypsy's love, like a mating dove, 

Would die in captivity. 



THIRST! 

Over the wastes of desert sand 

The evening breezes swell ; 
As driven by the Devil's hand 

Straight from the gates of Hell. 
My eyes like glowing embers sear 
My brain, yet 'tis not that I fear— 

— Tis, yet another day! 

Mocking, the Stars are looking out. 
Damn them! they dance and jeer; 

The cursed Moon, she sits there too. 
With grinning crafty leer. 

They're all conspiring, them and she. 

They cackle at my misery. 

— God! will it never end! 

How many miles to Bambury? 

Three score and ten. 
Can I get there by candlelight? 

Yes! and back agen! 
Hush there Jenny, you'll wake the mites— 

— Goodbye Bess old mare — 
The crows won't bother — water hole? 

Say old Moon, don't stare! 



EVENTIDE 

A quiet pebbled beach, 

A glory in the West, 
A softly murmured whisper 

From every white capped crest ; 
And you sit strangely silent 

While in my heart are tears ; 
Behind — the gath'ring darkness; 

Ahead — the lonely years. 

And one short night to part us, 

One crowded night of pain ; 
Then you will go forever. 

While forever I remain. 

The dawn will break tomorrow 

On this red pebbled shore ; 
The sun will shine as brightly 

From skies as blue as yore ; 
The little waves will prattle 

To their ancient Mother Sea, 
But dawn will never break again 

— For me! 



WHY? 

Why is it I no longer love the sea 
With that same single heartedness of old? 
Why is it that the little fleecy clouds 
That thrilled me once, now leave me strangely cold? 
The colour of the pebbles on the beach, 
The blowing spume, the calling sea-bird's cry, 
Once filled me with the yearning of desire, 
But since you came 'tis strangely altered 

—Why? 



BROTHERS 

Played we together, my brother and I, 
And I was my brother's friend. 

Grew we to manhood, my brother and I, 
Mine to protect and defend. 

Loved we together, my brother and I, 

A woman a devil would vend. 
Betraying us both : Now silent they lie — 

And I was my brother's friend. 



Why do you come tonight, 
Ghost of a Dream long dead ; 

That I buried out of sight, 
With lillies at its head ; 

Why do you crowd tonight 
Around my bridal bed ? 

See how the soft moonlight 
Gleams on this golden band ; 

A bond that binds me tight 
To husband pow'r and land. 

I would give it all tonight 
O Dream, for the touch of your hand' 



IF 

If she were here 
To hold my hand and say 
"What is it dear"? 
The darkended path, 
The narrow winding way 
Would seem more clear. 

If she were here 

With gentleness to dry 

The falling tear, 

An aching heart 

Its loneleness could bear, 

If she were here. 



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